American car companies aren't known for building small cars that people want to buy, particularly those with sporting intentions. Pontiac, of all marques, challenges that reputation with the Solstice, as demonstrated by a first-year waiting list. It's the sexiest Pontiac since the '69 Firebird, a striking visual foil to the awkward sheaves of body cladding hung like vinyl clapboards that defined the brand for over a decade. The Solstice not only looks like a much more expensive sports car but also, in direct-injected, turbocharged GXP trim, hauls biscuits like one.